Thursday, July 31, 2014

When investigative reporter Sally Evans receives
her latest assignment to uncover the naked truth, she gets more than she
bargained for.

Eight weeks on tour with the Naked Nights male stripper troupe
to expose all their dirty secrets, is this serious reporter's worst nightmare.
She'd rather a man keep his clothes on. For Sally, sex is only a consideration
if it happens in the dark, not that she can remember the last time she had a
reason to turn the lights off.

With over-eager, over-sexed female fans in abundance and baby
oil by the gallon, the guys are looking forward to some fun.... Sally's
inhibitions are not.

Another good installment to the Mc SeriesWhen i first started i wasn't to sure i was going to like either characters, to be honest i couldn't even remember who Velvet was but after reading her POV i was interested to see how this was going to pan out. she had a douche of an ex and V is a stripper at the club the boys own and run. Nash is an ass in the beginning it took me a while to warm up to him by the time 50%comes around and they both pull there asses out of there heads the whole will i wont i scene is done and they actualy make a go at what they have together is really good. Nash does have a crazy ex wife and he has does have his reasons for being the way he is. I was really interested in what was happening in the Storm Mc club. Sooo good i love that we got to see the others as well,i am really looking forward to see what happens. the sex is hot as always and the twist and turns that happen are wicked! i found my self enjoying this one just not as much as the others. I seriously cant wait till October to read about Blade in his story called Slay!!

You think you know me…. You think you know whom I am…so
lets get a few things straight…. I didn’t get involved in
relationships. Relationships are for the weak, plus it’s leverage for
your enemy’s and I have plenty.

But that’s all changed. When a strong willed
woman, with the mouth of a sailor walked into my life, wearing tiny shorts,
which displayed her beautiful long legs and round ass. I thought I could play
with her and maybe get my fix. But when she spoke I knew that wasn’t
going to happen. She is full of life and one scary ass little woman. I knew
right away I had to have her and would do anything to keep
her.

She owns my soul; she owns
my demons, every part of me is owned by her.

T.L. lives in Brisbane,
Australia with her 2 children. She started writing because of her love of
reading. She used to doodle with ideas when she was younger, but never wrote
too much. Her life dream is to be a full time author. If you ask her if she is
like her characters, she says, “I am like both of the characters from
my two book series. I think I have put a bit of myself in
both….Krinos tends to say things without thinking, I do the same.
She also rules the roost, and I do the same in my household.” Her
celebrity crush is Chris Hemsworth, she loves chocolate ice cream, her biggest
pet peeve is nails on a chalkboard., and she is not a fan of having her photo
taken. She loves being part of the Indie Book world, and has made some amazing
friends along the way. But, she acknowledges she could never do what she does
if it wasn’t for the bloggers that pimp her and the fans that support
her and read her books.

Before I met Krinos I
wasn’t a man of many words. I did my work, fucked plenty of women and
slept alone every night. That’s the way I liked it. I
didn’t need a clingy, bitchy woman in my life trying to rule me and
telling me what to do.

My life is not suitable
for a woman. I deal in drugs, guns and other things that should not be
mentioned. I’ve had my fair share of women thinking they could change
me after one night, but obviously they don’t know me. They only
wanted the power and orgasms I could give them. You see my mouth alone would
make you scream, and I promise you would never think of another man for the
rest of your life. I’m, just that good.

Women just
don’t seem to understand, that just because we find you good looking
and pick you up at a bar does not mean you are going to get any more than the
best fucking night of your life.

And then I met
Krinos…. Well, how do I describe a woman with the mouth of gangsta
and the body of a model, but the fist of a boxer. I still don’t think
I could describe her appropriately to this day. She made me want that sappy
lovey shit and she made me want her without even doing anything. She has just
consumed me….

She fought me on it,
but I knew I would have her, consume her, and keep her soul for the rest of our
lives, as she has mine.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Arc, Provided by NetGalley for an Honest Review
3.5 stars.
Honestly this one wasn't for me.
A tough love story about wanting the perfect relationship, seriously tho who has one??
An interesting plot with twists and turns, frustrated me and yet still had me intrigued.

Successful
restaurateur Lucien Black’s blue-green eyes and unattainable attitude drive
women wild. But his abandonment issues and criminal past have left him
emotionally closed off. When a familiar face shows up for a job interview at
his nightclub, the ache he has tried to forget tears at his heart—it’s the girl
who once healed him…and then abandoned him.

Darcy
MacBride still remembers Lucien’s delicate touch when they were both wildly in
love teenagers. His gorgeous eyes had soothed her hurt after she’d been dumped
off at the orphanage where Lucien lived. Darcy felt his jagged edges fit
perfectly into her own, and she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with
him—until a mysterious man warned her away. Now, fourteen years later, she’s
ready to endure the torture of Lucien’s indifference and having him as her
boss…just to be near him. But when it seems that they might finally take up
where they left off, a devastating secret buried in their past threatens to
tear them apart again.

L.A. Fiore’s story of smoldering love recaptures the tormented romance of Beautifully Damaged.

Lucien watched as Darcy struggled to get the printer working. Even from his distance he could hear the cursing, which made him smile. It had been a week since their relationship had taken a very pleasant turn. She was still just as feisty as he remembered and it wasn’t hard for him to recall why he had fallen for her in the first place. Their sparring was verbal foreplay and he fucking craved it. His eyes moved over her. Her body was nothing like the one he had known, with curves that his hands itched to touch. Her hair was up, though he preferred it down, and tendrils were falling out of the twist. He remembered vividly the sight of it spread out over his pillow.

He had to admit that she was still just as interesting to him as she had been at fourteen. Despite everything, she was still his Darcy—sweet, witty, and guileless, except at the moment. She looked about ready to torch the printer, so he moved to help her. As he approached, she was actually staring into the paper tray, yelling at the creatures that lived inside it.

He chuckled, which must have taken her by surprise, because she leaped backward and landed on his foot.

“Fuck!” he cursed.

“Sorry.”

He looked down at her strappy sandals with heels high enough to stake a vampire and had a vision of those legs draped over his shoulders. Instantly, he was hard.

“I was going to offer to help you. The printer can be temperamental, but now I’m bleeding out from a stab wound.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “It probably didn’t even break the skin. What is it you guys say? Rub some dirt into it.”

He eyed her shoes. “Those things should be listed as lethal weapons.”

“Hardly. There are far cheaper ways to kill someone.” She bent to stare into the printer again and Lucien took the opportunity to check out the curve of her ass in the little black skirt she wore.

“Stop checking out my ass and help me.”

Not at all repentant for getting caught staring, he replied easily, “It’s a paper jam.”

He thought he was being helpful and when she straightened slowly, he entertained the notion that she was struggling with the need to throw herself into his arms in gratitude.

One look at her face, though, and he knew he wasn’t going to be copping a feel.

“Your powers of deduction are astounding. Seriously, you should give a seminar on mastering the obvious.”

He tried not to laugh, but he lost that battle. And she responded by flaying a layer of skin off him with her sharp tongue.

“I know it’s a paper jam, Sherlock, I just can’t find it.”

“It’s usually in the back,” Lucien said as he reached for the back of the printer, his arm brushing up against her on purpose. Darcy’s inhaled breath in response had his balls tightening. He dislodged the paper and pulled it free.

He turned to her with a smug smile, which she returned with uncanny accuracy before she said, “Thanks. I almost lost my cool.”

“Almost?”

A slight smile touched her lips. “I should go restart my print job.”

“Probably, unless you can get the little men in the printer to do it.”

L.A. Fiore lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with her husband, two children, their dog, two kittens and Willow: their three-legged hamster. Her twin sister lives right down the street and being a seasoned zombie hunter, there is comfort knowing when the zombie apocalypse comes they'll be ready. L.A. loves hearing from readers and can be reached through Facebook at the link below.

Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage
Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author
Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.

As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting
whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women.
However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands
him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of
trouble.

Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and
is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their
sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he
realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to
him.

Excerpt

“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches
on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my
desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.

“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”

Can’t find it anywhere…”

“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my
back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and
Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”

“Sure
you haven’t seen it?”

“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it
to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved
a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.

I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt
had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I
laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without
thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering
beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come
bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still
hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.

He frowned. “No.”

“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you
resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”

“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily,
reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles
stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could
do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down
between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this
would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid
rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating
again. This new situation, however, changed everything.

“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that
the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it
wasn’t like I didn’t know better.

“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could
be.”

Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have
tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars.
“Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later,
okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop
looking at me weird.”

Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock
music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her
two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers
around on the internet.

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